Almost a year after agreeing to relinquish their region’s right to the scientists, Marcus and a handful of other farmers craft a handful of plows. With those crude tools, the farmers of the Eastern Region plant a more bountiful crop. Shortly after planting, Marcus and Talia abandon their farm and rush headlong to the Central Region’s best hospital so Talia can receive the best care for her condition. What causes this uncharacteristic rush to the center of bureaucracy? Will Nathaniel be able to help them with their current problem?
“I never thought I’d see the day when I’d find you here willingly.” Nathaniel teased, clapping his friend’s shoulders.
With a disdainful scoff, Marcus retorted, “Normally neither of us come here.” Glaring up, he added, “And you know why I’m here.”
“I do,” Nathaniel responded as he slid into a chair next to his friend. “Any word on that front?”
Marcus’s face locked into a scowl. His knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists. “If the doctor’s equipment was proper, I might not be this nervous.”
“Unfortunately, we lost every modern medical device from the ship,” Nathaniel groaned. “But despite not having those miraculous devices, the doctors must know something.”
“I have heard nothing since they kicked me out,” Marcus moaned. He shoved his face into his palms and stifled a scream.
“They kicked you out?”
“Drop it!”
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